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Bob Gotti, 5 april 2014

I Thank You Once More

My Lord, I thank You once more, for every open and closed door,
As I am led through this life, by my Savior and Lord, Jesus Christ,
All those doors in life closed to me, avoiding what I could not see,
And opening doors I didn’t pursue, doors you had led me through.

Knowing those things, I do not know, you led me in the way to go,
Mindful of your Purpose and Plan, You overrule the ideals of man,
With your plan always for my best, whether a trial or a time of rest,
As Your Peace fills me all the way, while you guide me day to day.

Lord, I also lift thanks to You, not only for the past, but future too,
For the confidence in my heart, as from my side You won’t depart;
Paving a way ahead for me; as you ready my heart for what will be,
While Your Presence and Peace, which fills my life does not cease.

Most of all, my God I thank You for, Jesus Christ, salvation’s door,
A Door that’s been opened for all, saving all men from Adam’s fall,
Opened for all at Calvary’s Cross, to cleanse all our sins and dross,
Through the Precious Blood of Christ, so we may enter Eternal Life.

Lord, I thank You for that final door, to live with Christ forevermore,
A place in Heaven I’m assured; this by the blood of Christ my Lord,
And that soon, this sinful mortal, will pass through Heaven’s Portal,
To enter the place prepared for me, not just for a time, but eternally.

(Copyright ©12/2010 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 april 2014

Timeless

All time that we face down here, whether that time is far or near,
Will just become a period behind, as the future comes to mind,
Here, the present, future and past, are periods that will not last,
As all the time we come to see, are just spans towards Eternity.

Eternity is what we have in view, when time will be eternally new,
When we leave our earthly place, where life is in time and space,
As we move into Heaven sublime, with no limit on space or time,
When past and future is no more, and present will forever endure.

A time we now can’t comprehend, but, where we’ll forever spend.
Within an endless realm with Christ, as we enter into Eternal Life,
And timeless will be that place, which we’ll enter by God’s Grace,
Far away from this earthly sphere, of time and space, down here.

That place, that is prepared for us, was prepared by Christ Jesus,
The world’s only timeless man, the architect of God’s eternal plan,
A scope of which we can’t conceive, even those who truly believe,
And never seen by a mortal’s eye; all God has made for you and I.

So I’ll continue in the present time, on hills and valleys yet to climb,
As I move on to that destination, afforded to me through Salvation,
And at times I will contemplate, life with no space or time constraint,
Until I’m changed by God’s Grace, to enter Heaven’s timeless space.

(Copyright ©12/2010 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 april 2014

Wicked

Born wicked, but covered in blood, from the saving fountain above,
A fountain that flows from Calvary, to save a wicked sinner like me;
Born separated, right from my birth, as a lost sinner upon this earth,
Separated from God up above, who reached down with saving love.

God sent to us a cleansing flood, through His Son’s precious blood,
A flood which covered all the earth, affording all men a spiritual birth,
To every soul, within every nation, God offers in Christ His Salvation,
And to every sinner God offers life, through The Savior, Jesus Christ.

Dark and wicked down to my heart, but, God gave to me a new start,
Bringing me to Calvary’s Cross, He began to purge my wicked dross,
My Lord as Savior I came to know, said He’d make me white as snow,
As red as scarlet, my sin may be, I’m washed in The Blood of Calvary.

Dead in sin, I was spiritually lost, But, The Lord God, paid all the cost,
For all my sin and its punishment, through His Only Son, He had sent,
When on God’s Son my sin was laid, full payment for my sin He paid,
The Son bore all my wickedness, and gave to me, His Righteousness.

Though wicked and vile to the core, when on the cross my sin He bore,
God’s forgiveness was sent my way, and I stand in Jesus Christ today,
Now when God looks down on me, it is the Blood of Christ He will see,
The Blood which truly sets me apart, now that Christ dwells in my heart.

(Copyright ©12/2010 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 april 2014

Tossed About

Some souls are tossed about as waves, listening to how religion saves,
That what Christ did is not enough, along with additional religious stuff,
As many preach a salvation today, ignoring that Christ is the Only Way;
It was not men, but Jesus Christ, Who said I’m The Way, Truth and Life.

We’re warned not to add or subtract, from what the Bible states as fact,
But, that’s what many religions do, misleading people, like me and you;
Being spiritually tossed, to and fro, by the leaders who profess to know,
The Truth of God, but are deceived, as God’s Spirit they never received.

While all who’ve received His Spirit, know spiritual error when they hear it,
So being led by Truth through Grace, we’re to contend for one true Faith,
Forewarned of the teachings of men, that The Lord Himself will condemn,
All errors born out of vain philosophy, which entangles souls in religiosity.

We are to warn them from God’s Truth, so they may avoid strong reproof,
And not just a strong rebuke from us, but the judgment from Christ Jesus,
Who’s coming back to judge all men, all the religious, but, not born again,
Teaching without the Spirit of God; deceiving souls all across earth’s sod.

God’s warning in Revelation is clear, but, many simply choose not to fear,
While they add to and or take from, the very words of God’s Eternal Son,
Who’ll send them the plagues found in, God’s closing book of Revelation,
And their share from The Tree of Life, shall be taken away by Jesus Christ.

(Copyright ©12/2010 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 april 2014

Twenty Four Seven

Indeed, twenty four seven is He, my Lord and God of Eternity,
Ever present, He’s always there; only One, Who is everywhere,
Every minute through every hour; during a trial I needn’t cower,
As He, who rules earth and sky, shall remain with me until I die.

On my Lord there’s no restraint, He will neither slumber or faint,
Christ is not limited in His ways, regarding powers He displays,
Moving in all Grace and Power, upon our lives any day or hour,
As God works out His Decree, through the lives of you and me.

God’s not answerable to anyone, up in Heaven or under the sun,
He always was and always will be, the only Lord over all eternity,
God changes the plans of men, not hindered, by where or when,
As He fulfills His Eternal Plan, through the lives of common man.

And it’s through the Spirit of Christ, that God guides my very life,
Teaching and growing me each day, as He guides me all the way;
The Lord’s Holy Spirit, I received, when in Christ Jesus I believed,
So that in God’s Truth I can abide, with God’s Spirit, as my guide.

Now as Christ reigns in Heaven, He is with me, twenty four seven,
Allowing me to serve on the earth, through the power of new birth;
The joy of serving, God will afford, to all who know Christ as Lord,
Long after we leave this earth, as my Lord God I continue to serve.

(Copyright ©12/2010 Bob Gotti)

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Satish Verma, 5 april 2014

IDOLATORY

I say to myself, why did not you learn
the ways of life?
The chariot blew up in your face.

Blueberry, blueberry –
they bloom in dark.
How difficult it was to stay normal
human being and speak your lines
carefully.

I will pull my hearse one day
unspoken, unseen.

This mirror has no more trappings.
It is reverted into original glare.
Hang your boots, it says.

I say I am a lobster
in a water tank,
listening to waves;
ready to be boiled,
when idol wants to eat.

Satish Verma

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Veronica chamaedrys L, 4 april 2014

nie musiałaś przyprowadzić do ogrodu bajek by częstować

gdzieś w głębi domu ukrainka anna śpiewa wesołą dumkę o starości
w kuchni ciemno pusto zimno w stajni kare konie rzeźbią rżeniem
ciszę wiosennego wieczoru z trudem wspinam się po stopniach

strome drewniane schody trzeszczą pod naporem niepokoju
zaglądam do sypialni przez dziurkę od klucza zwykle trwał film
dla dorosłych telewizor milczy płomień świecy drży na ekranie

przybywam by zamknąć drzwi za dzieciństwem mocuję się
szarpię stare i nienaoliwione płaczą z bezsilności wyrzucasz
że nie myślę o bezłzawych z natury chwytam zimną dłoń

przyciskam do ust przekazując gorączkę proszę o jeszcze jeden
spacer nad wodospad wilczki do kościółka na górze iglicznej
milczysz skrzypce rzewnie łkają krople tańczą na policzkach

biegnę teraz już mogę nikt nie śledzi prócz zielonych oczu
jałowców wśród korzeni i gałęzi drzew domki miłości
przycupnęły obok siebie niczym jaś z małgosią przed laty

wieczne sieroty odurzone ciepłem tamtego mleka

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Gert Strydom, 4 april 2014

Near Heidelberg

Near Heidelberg there is a piece of farmland
where as a child I did find tranquility
and from all kinds of obligations felt free
when the perils of life I did not understand

and in the open veldt mind chains are gone,
when there is only the sky and hillocks of solid stone.

In towns and cities I have spend many days,
have felt the meaninglessness of what life is,
a loving woman's bliss
and have experienced people and their weird despairing ways

and at a time life did simple seem
but the entire world changed
and my own life was rearranged
and from the choices of youth I cannot myself redeem

but at the stream on the farmland weavers are twittering
and no one else does there go
or perhaps of this place do know
and in the silence there I find something
that brings a kind of peace to the heart.

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Satish Verma, 4 april 2014

THE WHOLENESS

Days are crisp,
nights chilled.
A lake of fluid fire, under the clouds,
prepares for a virgin assault.
I do not thaw the frozen hurts,
respect the disguise of the old lover.

Hearing my own voice from a distance? I
stand by the shore,
discover my lost home,
become a valley of sphinxes.

And the wetland kicks the pain
of earth to break into insanity of scars.

Satish Verma

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Joe Breunig, 3 april 2014

Poem: Beatitudes

The ‘Be happy attitudes’ uttered by Christ,
demonstrate a mindset that we need to embrace.
Hungering after God’s divine righteousness,
gives us comfort in His covering of grace.

Be dependent on God, for bearing good fruit;
know that it’s still wonderful to be blessed.
Everyone is important, since we’re His children;
unfortunately, not all will pass the sacred test…

of walking in the principles of God’s love.
Despite our status in life, self-accountability
of how we treat others around us clearly exhibits
the level of our own spiritual responsibility.

Reaching a state of supreme happiness and gratitude,
may be more easily achieved from knowing the Beatitudes.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Matt 5:1-16

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

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